To the whole world… I may be misunderstood. Not really, to the whole world I am crazy. I am hilariously funny and at times so loud the entire Science building can hear me. But you know how in movie trailers they have that crazy voice saying ” she has a secret”  

yeah well that ‘s true. 

Sadly, (and not to be excessively dramatic) there isn’t anyone in this entire world who understands or empathizes with my actions. I can’t stand up to injustice but at the same time the whole thing gets confusing. 

I ask myself who is going to stand up for me? Who is going to care about how I feel? Who is going to protect me? When will I stop being depended on and stop being such a bitch? When will I understand how to talk? How to express my thoughts? Who will stand in front of evil for me? 

and before you say “family does”… don’t. I’ve been in a family for 23 years. And for 23 years, I’ve been an outcast. It may by my bitchy attitude or my resonating necessity to always say what I want, but I have never felt at home. I know, I know it’s a teenage thing.. you’ll get over it. Unfortunately, my teens were  about 5 years ago, and things have only gotten worse. It’s not like I don’t try. I’ve tried bonding, I’ve tried being not myself… unfortunately that only last for about as long as I can’t get angry (5 minutes)

I was also given the gift of “knowing the wrong words to say and hurting people I love the most..” it’s a rare gift. Almost no-one get it. My mouth opens and out comes the metaphorical daggers. Don’t ask me about my gift, that’s just how that works. 

I sometimes wish that I can get away. But not too far. 

I wish I can go buy some fairy dust. 

anyways back to Biochem.